4AM Lyrics

Yeah

It's four am in the morning right now

Ha, and I'm up

Yeah, Ha

Motherfuckers wanna talk it, but we never see them walk it

Pull up in the coupe, let them park it, I'm stayin' afloat like a shark fin

I really ain't about the arguin', keep hittin' them up from a distance

Call me Tu Raski the marksmen, keep a toy with me, I'm not kidding

I deploy missiles on a mission, I employ riddles on your misses

I keep her confused and amused, I talk her right out of her britches

She's always confused by the news, she's emotional, crazy, a misfit

She's delusional, dazed, a nitwit, I'm too used to get paid on pimp shit

You believe it or not, you're Ripley's, I relieve and off shots on niggas

If you're talkin' right out of your ass, get prioritized on my shit list

I'm makin' the money it adds, I'm multiplyin' all these digits

Cut a snake when it sneaks through the grass, can't be falsifyin' all these friendships

See, blood it be thicker than water, nowadays I be focused on kinship

See a milf and I'm stick in' her daughter, she be saving these moments on filmstrips

Now who am I to deprive her? she's a hot mama, like lava

Really ready go-liver, island goddess Moana

Bitch, come over here let a nigga fuck with you

Ain't no fnf, you can't find a fuck nigga

Hopped on the line, got to be a real nigga, aye

Ain't going to waste your time, I'm really trying to deal with you

Hopped off the porch, I'm just about a get billions

TuRa's for the culture get the fuck out your feelings

Ain't going to waste your time, I'm just trying to deal with you

Got to fall in line when you deal with real niggas

This is my rhetoric, in the game, like I came with a letterman

I don't give a fuck who you think better than

I don't give it up, ain't with the editing

I'ma keep going, lyrical peddling

Worked out, on you niggas it's evident

Irked out cause you know I'm a veteran

I'm a God, lil bitch said I'm heaven sent, whoa!

This is your rhetoric, all your life, yeah you know I been better than

Why you lie and you told on your brethren

Y'all gonna die with a soul of a peasant, bitch

On God, four fives gone fly

Send you to the most high

Bowties, when it's your time

Do this here right now in no time

I'm not from this world, I'm Voltron, yeah